The following was sung to the tune of "Don't Cry For Me Argentina" (from the musical Evita) at the anniversary of the opening of The Mausoleum, 411 Westheimer at Taft, where poetry is read every Wednesday night. First published in Zocalo News, these lyrics have been re-edited for future radio play. In the meantime, please close your eyes and imagine a crazy Vietnamese chick wearing a silly wig and funky eyelashes, singing to the following midi files:
Music Clip, Short Clip, or Abstract Clip, courtesy of Scott Chemello's Madonna Homepage.

"POETRY AT THE MAUSOLEUM"

(performed by Emily imitating Evita imitating Marilyn
imitating Madonna, but not necessarily in that order)

	Life can be sublime, and yet so cruel
	That you're ready to drop out of school
	Cuz your family and friends
	Are giving you the shaft

	But when you're down and out
	There's no disgrace if you drop
	By your favorite place near the stop
	At Westheimer and Taft. . .

		For Poetry at the Mausoleum:
		So hopeless, and yet immortal

			From tales of darkness
			To politicians
			If you're in Montrose
			It's walking distance

	Forget your lithium and L.S.D.
	They can't match the high's and the low's
	From just one overdose
	Of coffeehouse poetry
	
	You can check your P.D.R.
	Every listing from "Amphetamines" to "X"
	No single pill can outshine the thrill
	When it's your turn to read next

		Poetry at the Mausoleum:
		Neurotic and yet so noble

			Come join the writers
			And freedom fighters
			That you won't find at
			The Barnes & Noble's

		My time is up. I've said enough,
		And I've had my fun.
		Come join us Wednesday nights --
		We're on Westheimer, at four-one-one!

		For Poetry at the Mausoleum:
		So hopeless, and yet immortal

			From tales of darkness
			To politicians
			If you're in Montrose
			It's walking distance . . . .
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